I gotta clean my place.
Well, I mean, I don't "have" to. That's part of the problem. But I feel like I should.
Like, I just ran my finger along the window sill and it's dusty.
So I know everything's dusty. And it's a small place so it won't take that long to do but... but...
I don't want to.
Sigh.
I'm feeling un-motivated.
Maybe you should tell me you're coming over to visit and then I'll freak out that my place is "messy" and will feel the need to tidy it?
Or maybe I should just put on some music, suck it up and get 'er done.
Siiiigh.
I just don't wanna!
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If I can hop on a quick flight to BC, you just might find a shiny new vacuum cleaner at your door by evening!
Ah, but that handsome, strapping lad you find breaking in to raid your refrigerator isn't me.
Seriously.
*Zips up black military outfit, readies grapple and hook*
Oooooh! ;)
I can be over in 30 minutes. I might bring a camera, to take pictures of your place.
i'll be right there. of course i'll help you too.
:P
D'oh!
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